Thursday, October 10, 2013

Stress

It's frustrating when other people hold the reins to my horse--other people who don't know how to ride. What I want to do is give my horse a gentle cluck and speed off, leaving the incompetents in the dust.

They say everyone has three jobs: their regular job, the upkeep of their home and the phone calls, paperwork and stress of trying to get other people to do their jobs (cable company, bank, etc.). Right now, the third on this list has blossomed into three more jobs so I'm having, you know, that kind of week.

So yoga class is important.

This expansive, upstairs room at the Pacific Asia Museum is where I practice yoga. It's lunch hour yoga, designed to return you to work refreshed, and without the stinky armpits. The class meets only once a week and it fills up, so get there early if you can. Just try not to stress about it.

This room looks so restful. If I had it to myself, I would relax and refresh. But even yoga's too competitive for me: what if I'm not doing it right? What if the teacher says I have to try harder? Give me the wilderness and a dog, with no other human within earshot.

I remember the post. The tower could absolutely be part of the prison, though there's no mention of it in Sid's article. It would be easier for me to find the tower in the Arroyo than find my photo of it, however.